The guards and horse thieves who were thrown in the meadow by Xiao Ye broke free from the ropes almost at the same time, the two sides had no weapons on their bodies, and they were captured by the same inexplicable group of men and horses, so everyone tacitly did not move with each other, and each helped his companion to go his separate ways.

The grassland horse thief Cao Shangfei was caught and disappeared, and the big horse thief Lu Yidao will definitely not give up, but he must also be cautious before he can use manpower; And the disappearance of Jiang Qinggui, who went out on a safari, caused a lot of shock in Qingfeng Valley.

Jiang Jie, who was like thunder, went to beg the prison army Zhang Zhong with a shy old face, and led a team of heavily armed Ming army horses to search frantically, but no trace of his son was found.

Just when Jiang Jie was desperate, Fang Shanshui's cronies of the hundred households of Jinyi Wei found the dusty officer, and after a whisper, Jiang Jie, who was full of anger, returned to Qingfeng Valley with the cavalry speechlessly.

The rangers under Wohauge intercepted a batch of ownerless war horses from the herdsmen, and the conspicuous military brand on the horse's hips was not erased by the Tartars at all, but the dark line of the Jinyi Guard was discovered.

Jiang Jie, who got the news, naturally hated the Tartar, but Fang Shanshui took the information in his hand and thought about it for a long time in the dark room.

There are a lot of Tartars who can explain Chinese, but the fire/gun can explode the medicine, isn't it just a small flowering bullet, why do Tartars have such powerful weapons? Thinking of the Persian caravan on the steppe, Rao is Fang Shanshui, whose heart is as hard as iron, and there is a cold sweat on his back.

Yes, get in touch with Baodes in Fuguilou immediately, the medicine must be obtained, and with the craftsmen of the Ming Dynasty, it is not a problem to figure out a small medicine.

Thinking of this, Fang Shanshui summoned a subordinate, whispered a few words, and waved him to go. He doesn't need to come forward for this kind of thing, as long as he asks a merchant to spend a lot of money to buy it, it can be done quickly.

In the town of Gansu, the shopkeeper Bao Desi on the bright side of the rich building, after hearing the news that Shiguantun was besieged by the Tartars, he was already full of bubbles, but after waiting for more than ten days, he still did not see the commander send reinforcements.

However, in the past two days, the merchants here have become more and more attentive and enthusiastic, which surprised him.

Fortunately, he still remembered the explanation of the hundred households, and made a blank slip and promise, in exchange for a cart of grain, that is, sulfur, saltpeter, mercury and other materials, and several carts.

A large number of goods pressed in the backyard of Fuguilou can be transported to Shiguantun just after the city gate is opened.

In the flow of people entering and leaving the Fugui Building, there was especially an officer who commanded the envoy to come to the department, and after pulling his interpreter and talking nonsense, he made a request/purchase of a reloaded fire/gun.

Bauders did not dare to agree, and after some hesitation, the other party actually offered to give two hundred barrels of fierce fire oil first, saying that future transactions could be exchanged for sensitive materials.

Of course, the premise is that the fire/gun transaction of Baodes shall not be carried out with other merchants, and those with a few or more shots can be bought and sold with those big merchants, and they must send someone to command the envoy to report afterwards.

So, under the hint of the interpreter, Baodes readily agreed to the officer's deal, and reached a tacit agreement with the Gansu town guard office privately at the price of thirty taels of silver per gun/gun and fifteen blood vomiting for one projectile.

In order to help Baodes make connections in Gansu Town, Xiao Ye would rather sell the fire/gun at a price slightly higher than that of the Three-Eyed Fire Commander, and the projectile would have to be counted separately. In this way, the caravan from Baodes to Shiguantun will have much less trouble along the way.

You must know that in Xiao Ye's transactions with those merchants, although the price of the rear-loading gun was bartered, the price has been kept at about 100 taels of silver per shot, and the 60 rounds of projectiles attached to it were given away for nothing.

Moreover, it is incomprehensible that not all of the transactions demanded by Bowes in silver, but preferably in copper cash, at least half of the transactions, although it is puzzling, that the merchants were purely a hobby of Bows.

The two interpreters who followed Bowes's side were the two guards specially sent by Xiao Ye, both of whom were men he rescued from the grassland, and they had no loyalty to the hundred households.

The daily activities of Bauddes and his relatives, and the two interpreters were recorded, which made the shopkeeper of Fuguilou very uncomfortable, but there was nothing he could do.

Due to the sudden invasion of the Tartars, Baodes's promise to purchase goods once every two months naturally failed, but the chamber of commerce in Gansu Town did not embarrass him, and everyone understood the situation in front of him, as long as the Tartars blocked the trade road, no one dared to go to the grassland.

The Tartar finally retreated, although I heard that a tunzi was destroyed, but the town in Gansu couldn't feel it, just when everyone was a little relieved, and then Jiang Jie's son was robbed; For a time, rumors were flying in the city.

The information from the inquiry was gathered together, and Baodes told the two interpreters in an orderly manner, and then, a sergeant who was in charge of guarding Fuguilou released a carrier pigeon in the backyard to see if it could reach Wang Ziliang's hands.

On the same day, the messenger who had come out of the city, riding a mule and horse, hurried to Shiguantun.

When Wang Ziliang got the information from Gansu Town and rushed to the Baihu Office, Xiao Ye had already returned to the mountain, and he was stunned with a piece of official paper.

The ore from Bailong Lake, although it cannot relieve the tension of the projectile of the hundred households, but at least there is hope, as long as there is a large amount of sulfur, the problem of the projectile of the rear-loading gun will be solved.

Shiguantun, which has restored normal order, looks the same as usual on the surface, but the fire/gunfire that rang out from time to time on the side of the training ground has stopped moving early; A team of more than 50 craftsmen and hunters from Jiming Village have been out for several days, and there is no sign of returning.

However, from time to time, sergeants came back from the bottom of the mountain, and sometimes they also took some food and tents, which made the families of the military families in the tunli feel a lot more at ease.

In the small courtyard of the hundred households, Xiao Ye sat in the shadow of the umbrella, put away the official documents, and let Wang Ziliang sit down and drink tea, and then signaled him to speak.

The pigeon was vague, but on the whole, Bauders did not slack off on Xiao Ye's affairs, and after the two of them discussed, they still waited for the messenger to return.

The next day, the messenger returned to Shiguantun.

What happened in the town of Gansu, the messenger repeated it according to the words of the interpreter, and it took half an hour; Seeing that Baihu was contemplating, Xiao Liuzi patted the messenger's shoulder and took him to the military house to rest.

After eating, the messenger had to go to Wang Ziliang and tell him the information about Gansu Town for analysis.

"Commanding the envoy, Shi Guan fire/gun, hum, it's really good to think," squinting and sitting on the stone bench, Xiao moved his body slightly in the middle of the night, the most important weapon in his hand was targeted so quickly.

As long as the quarry mill does not stop, he can now take out five rods from the A-shaped stone mill in a day, especially with the ore from Bailong Lake, it is not a problem to take out six or seven at a time.

However, the projectile is about to die, Wang Dali and a few old craftsmen have been pondering for almost a year, and they can't see how the bottom of the projectile/fire is made, they can't figure it out, Xiao Ye doesn't believe it, even if it is a master craftsman in the Jingshi, he can figure out the mystery inside.

In the arsenal of the Hundred Households, there are more than 20 fire/guns that are about to be scrapped, Xiao Ye doesn't plan to mess around, even if it is a brand-new fire/gun, it is just an ornament without projectiles.

"Perhaps, let them exchange the money for fire/guns for sulfur support, and the projectiles of the hundred households will alleviate the shortcomings," Xiao Ye, who had long been excited about the huge profits of the ordnance, secretly had an idea after weighing the weight.

There is no way, there are more and more military households to feed under their hands, and by selling those civilian goods, there will be enough for everyone to eat, and there is no way to talk about the salaries of sergeants and craftsmen.

Muttering softly in his mouth, Xiao Ye saw Mei'er strolling over, hurriedly put away her thoughts, and stood up with a smile.

"Mei'er, come, come and drink tea with your husband, the new tea that Uncle Wang brought over," Xiao Ye Although there are many things to consider, they are basically delegated to the corresponding people, etc., and what he is actually most worried about is to grasp how to deal with the Gravel Fort and the Tartars.

Well, when did the Gravel Fort and the Tartar mix together, Xiao Ye suddenly took out the official document from his arms, looked at it carefully, and couldn't help but change his face.

If it weren't for the vague information he got from Zhao Heishan's mouth, he wouldn't have suspected Gansu Town.

"Damn, someone from Tartar has hooked up with the command envoy," Xiao Ye, who suddenly realized, quietly picked up the official / Wen and boiled water to make tea with Mei'er.

Lena became interested in the private school for a while, Si followed Hanjuan to study and read in the private school, and every day with those girls, she practiced fire/guns, picked vine grass and young leaves, and was very busy at home.

When the vines and fruits come down, she may be too busy to see a shadow; Fortunately, there are guards watching everywhere on the mountain, so Xiao Ye will not worry about her safety.

After lunch, Xiao Ye went to his father-in-law with the official text, and when Yang Tianshou saw the official document, he couldn't help but sneer, "It seems that Shidao's fire/gun really hurts the tartar, and people want the guy in your hand,"

"What's that?" Xiao Ye, who was confused, nodded at the official document on the table, "What does the Qianhu want to requisition Shiguan Tun fire/gun to do with that tartar?" ”

"Hehe, you kid still has little experience, I want our Daming, tolerant and inclusive, in the Tartar and Tile Thorn tribes outside the side wall, there are many leaders of the officials, and they are really the officials of our Daming, especially the Datong Mansion,"

Yang Tianshou, who was full of the momentum of the golden mean, had never looked down on the barbaric Bianyi before, but after seeing the battle with the Tartars with his own eyes, his vision was much wider.

At the very least, the words that used to educate the world will not be said to Xiao Ye at will now, and he is not sure whether those barbaric Tartars can be educated.

"What? Can a Tartar be an official of the Ming Dynasty? And the tile spurs? Xiao Ye, whose eyes were round, was speechless for a moment, and the strangeness to the Jingshi who was far away in the east became even stronger.

He doesn't read much, but he doesn't know if he is not of my race, and his heart must be different.

I took my subordinates and fought with the Tartars more than a dozen times, but I didn't expect that there were still officials of the Ming Dynasty in the Tartars.

Fortunately, the earth-shaking thunder is similar to the Ming army's mines, and people didn't take a fancy to it, otherwise Xiao Ye wouldn't give it even if he disobeyed the order, and he was almost gone in his hands.

As for the revolver/gun, if the Huang family can imitate it successfully, there should be no problem with other families, anyway, it is not mentioned in the gong/article, Xiao Ye will naturally not be bored and join in the fun.

Oh, your short fire/spear is quite weak, and the cloth armor from thirty paces away can't penetrate it, and it's not as powerful as my Shiguantun.

That's stupid.

In the hands of Sergeant Shiguantun, the rear loading fire/gun plus shotgun was concealed, and forty were leaked out before and after, and with the reserves in the arsenal, one hundred and ninety fire/guns, and sixty were transferred from the Qianhu Office.

Back to the Baihu Office, Xiao Ye was not ambiguous, called Wang Ziliang, and the two discussed until the evening, and then wrote a palindrome to the Qianhu Office overnight, and he admitted sixty fires/guns, but he didn't have the projectiles, and if he wanted it, he had to go to Fuguilou to buy it, and he didn't have enough for himself.

Fire/guns can't be given for nothing, they have to be exchanged for food, and it's okay to be cheaper, anyway, there are still those fire/guns that are about to be scrapped.

Next, the two called the messenger of Baodes and told him that the next batch of Persian goods would be sent out as soon as possible, but the point was that the supplies sent by Baodes to Shiguantun must be sent as soon as possible, otherwise the fire/gun projectiles in Shiguantun will run out.

Sent away the messenger, Wang Ziliang's herald, and found Tian Fangjun in the Houshan workshop, Xiao Ye is currently nervous even the sergeants guarding the mountain, and secretly want to build a stone fort at the end of the road, so he really can't spare the manpower to escort the goods to Gansu Town.

At the price of ten fire/guns that are about to be scrapped, Xiao Ye exchanged for Tian Fangjun's promise to escort supplies to Gansu Town, and he can fight to escort on the grassland, but the trivial matters close to the side wall still need to be solved by the merchants.

Naturally, a team of goods sent to Gansu Town had a problem in the hands of the Tian family, and Xiao Ye had to consider the transaction of the white paper.

The next day, the Tian family's caravan in Houshan pulled the pack horses to Shiguantun, and loaded the large bags of silk and cotton coats, tightly wrapped vanity mirrors, perfumes, and a dozen long wooden boxes on the backs of mules and horses.

Tian Fangjun, who came in person, was very excited with the package handed over by Xiao Ye; Without him, there were ten pocket watches in the package, which were rare goods worth 50,000 taels of silver.

The messenger left with the caravan, and when the caravan passed through the gravel fort, it would hand over six wooden boxes to King Chongli, who would send five hundred stone of old grain to Shiguantun in the near future.

The five remaining wooden crates in the caravan, containing fifty fires/guns and less than two hundred projectiles, were the goods that would save Potes' face, and the sulfur sent from Gansu Town would be Xiao Ye's main source in the future.

Handed over most of the fire/guns in his hands, Xiao Ye's sergeants, holding a few shotguns and rear-loading guns, continued to practice in the exercise ground day by day, and the roar of fire/guns was sparse.

Compared with before, what made Xiao Ye feel most at ease was that there were ten full-fledged flag teams and one hunter team, and the number of people was a lot more, but fortunately, the hundred-person team entered the stone castle at night, and they took turns to go out to perform during the day.

The sergeants now each have a short fire/gun in their waists, as well as crossbow scimitars, and even rough round shields, and their combat power has obviously dropped too much.

There are fifty people in the personal guards, each with a short fire/gun, a crossbow, and a sky-shaking thunder inserted in the back of the guard, and the others don't think about it.

In a short period of time, the armament in Shiguan Tunli, in addition to 20 rear-loading guns and 10 shotguns, was mainly short-fired/spear crossbows.

Wang vigorously arranged for craftsmen, and the iron cards made overnight were also hung on the necks of the sergeants and guards, even Xiao Ye was no exception.

It wasn't until the seventh day that the caravan commissioned by Baodes arrived at Shiguan, and Xiao Ye's nervous mood slowly relaxed, he was afraid that if the Tartars raided again in the past few days, he would cry to death.

The convoy sent by Qianhu also brought grain, and all of these musty old grains were piled up in the quarry mill, except for a small part that was handed over to Wang Dali to make ale wine, and at night someone would send them to the stone mill and grind them into canned fried noodles to be stored by Xiao Ye.

When boxes of heavy projectiles appeared at his feet, Xiao Ye touched the cold iron box with emotion, and he had a gun and a bullet in his heart, and in the future, he must plan the ratio of fire/gun to projectile.

Although a large amount of fierce fire oil has been added to the stone mill, Xiao Ye has not been able to get the corresponding weapons or civilian items, although he is puzzled, but the efficiency of the B stone mill to produce yellow plaster is getting higher and higher, so that Xiao Ye vaguely realized something, and can only secretly scold the three merchants for taking a big advantage.

"Peng, Peng," at the end of the horse road leading to the grassland in Shiguantun, at the foot of the mountain at the edge of the deep ravine, there were muffled sounds in the silent wilderness from time to time, and a huge stone pit stuck on the horse road gradually revealed its hideous mouth, and then it was blown into the gravel of the brigade, and the boxy foundation was revealed.

A large pile of stones shattered by geotechnical bombs happened to become a mixture of plaster.

The stone pit half a zhang deep is the basement of the stone castle in the future, and in the future, it will be paved with lime and wooden boards to isolate the moisture, and it will be used as a warehouse.

Bags of yellow plaster were mixed into mud by craftsmen and poured into wooden molds, and some people kept pounding with thick wooden sticks, and finally the iron bars were inserted into the mud in an orderly manner, and the surface was smoothed and began to dry.

The sun is blazing, the scorching sun makes the plaster condense quickly, and its own craftsmen pour a scoop of clean water on it from time to time to prevent condensation from drying out too quickly.

There is no water source in a radius of more than 30 miles, and the temperature is so dry and hot, Wang Qing hid in the shadow of the umbrella, drinking cool and clean water, while laughing loudly with his companions.

Although the amount of water from the umbrella here is less than half of that of Shiguantun, the number of can't be held is large, and it is enough to use.

With the guidance of a few old craftsmen, plus the ten water umbrellas sent by hundreds of households, under the abundant water source, the stucco slate is made very quickly.

The stucco pillars supporting the basement already have a shape, so thick that one person can't hold it.

These stone slabs doped with iron bars are to be used as the ceiling of the basement and the second floor, and the stones of other walls are mixed with some grass tendons, so as to make them as big and thick as possible.

To the north, a mile away from Wang Qing and them, Qin Shi led the team to hide in the barren grass, with a circle of barren grass wrapped around his military hat on his head, and took out a water bag from time to time to drink two sips.

In the barren grass on the opposite side of the ravine, there is also a flag team ambushed there, led by the former hundred households' personal guard two dogs, the famous Wang Er, who was taken out by Xiao Ye to be a flag officer.

They are on alert to Wang Qing's escort team, and there is a round every two days, and tomorrow it will be time for the sunspot and their team to bask in the sun.

The construction of the Madao Stone Castle, they saw it in their eyes, and what made them even more excited was that Baihu released the news early, and five flag teams will be stationed in this stone castle in the future, and the hunter team will also come over.

Shiguantun, the sergeants of the five flag teams, Xiao Ye thought that it was enough, and once more manpower stimulated the thousand households, then a good thing would become a bad thing.

Qin Shi and the shotguns in each of their hands were not allowed to be brought back to Shiguantun, and when the sunspots came, they only brought short fire/spear crossbows, and the two boxes of sky-shaking thunder around them had to be handed over when they changed shifts.

"Hey, when will this stone fort be repaired, mosquitoes can annoy people to death every night," the sergeant lying next to the flag officer, while smearing his face with coptis powder, whined, and rattled two iron signs hanging from a pair of leather ropes around his neck.

With their own iron plates, the difference between the sergeants and the craftsmen is obvious, and the hundred households secretly began to issue the thick field uniforms to the sergeants, although the appearance is ugly, but the wear-resistant and practical, the young craftsmen, hunters, the mind began to shake again.

Perhaps, the next time the hundred households recruit sergeants, they will become a member of the iron plate.

"Wait, Wang Qing, they are also in a hurry, they are willing to sleep in the wilderness?" Qin Shi said sullenly, his eyes staring at the horse road in front of him, and rubbing the shotgun with a coarse cloth in an old-fashioned manner, "Everyone check the fire/gun, the Tartar will not greet in advance when he comes,"

As he spoke, there was no movement in the grass on the four heights to the left and right nearby, and there was no movement; The sergeant who carried a large amount of clean water was able to endure the scorching sun.